Ethan felt the shift in the room the moment he crossed the threshold.The air went heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The candles flickered in rigid lines around the ritual circle, illuminating Olivia’s body laid out on the marble floor. Not moving. Barely breathing. Her skin looked too pale, her pulse almost invisible, her chest lifting only by habit, not by strength.“Olivia,”Ethan dropped to his knees beside her, voice already cracking. “Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?”Her eyes opened, slow, tired, unfocused.She tried to speak but no sound came. She had already lost too much energy. Too much life. And the child, their unborn daughter, pulled at her from inside, draining her faster than any spell.Behind them, the High Oracle adjusted her hood, her voice calm, clinical, as if she were delivering quarterly projections instead of life or death ultimatums.“She is collapsing,” the Oracle said. “You are out of time.”Ethan clenched his jaw. “Then save her.”
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